Contest [Issue 52] Continue the Story 3

GeeVuh · April 4, 2016

Guys, remember this: Your task is in the title: write a chapter of a story, forming a logical succession to the previous one. Seeing as that this is the first chapter, you are free to determine the topic.

greyat · April 4, 2016

Yeah, currently everyone is submitting entries for the first chapter. The contest for the second chapter is (should be) next issue.

KillerGnat · April 4, 2016

The contest for the second chapter is (should be) next issue.

Plz don't be a lazy m0lt like Rem, ok.

sarthak2308 · April 4, 2016

MY STORY - GODMODE_ON

ONCE A UPON AN ETERNITY , I WAS TOLD ABOUT A GAME IN DEVELOPING BY MY FRIEND MR.UNMENTIONABLE . I WAS DOING NOTHING AT THAT TIME SO I DECIDED TO GIVE IT A TRY . I GAVE SO MANY SUGGESTIONS THAT THE PEOPLE AT TANKI ONLINE ( YEAH THIS IS THE NAME) GAVE ME AN ACCOUNT WHICH WAS ALMOST IMMORTAL AS IT HAD PAINT WHICH GAVE 98% PROTECTION AGAINST EVERYTHING . I TRIED THE GAME AND FOUND IT SO ADDICTING I KEPT ON PLAYING . ONE DAY I SAW SOMETHING MYSTERIOUS DROPPING. IT WAS THE BEGINNING OF DECEMBER OF 2012 . I DONT KNOW THE DATE EXACTLYBUT THE BOX LOOKING THING GOT 1000 CRYSTALS ! I WAS ONE OF THE FIRST TANKERS TO CATCH THE BOX WHICH WAS LATER KNOWN AS GOLDBOX ( YOU GUYS PROBABLY KNOW THIS ). AS I WAS NEARLY IMMORTAL,TANKI ONLINE DROPPED 3 GOLDS WHEN I WAS KILLED . I LEFT THE MATCH WHEN I WAS KILLED . ONE DAY I GREW BORE OF THE GAME , I DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO ME BUT I BROKE MY COMPUTER ! SINCE THEN NO ONE HAS SEEN ME . THE IMMORTAL GODMODE_ON THAT WAS BELIEVED TO BE THE GOD OF TANKI JAS LEFT IT FOOREVER . I AM THE MOST MYSTERIOUS PERSON IN TANKI. I GET MANY FRIEND REQUESTS BUT I DONT ACCEPT ANY . YOU MUST HAVE SEARCHED ME IN THE RANKINGS BUT YOU COULDNT FIND ME HAHAHA . BUT I HAVE RETURNED TO ASK ONLY ONE THING : DID YOU GUYS MISSED ME? THE MAIN REASON WHY I DISAPPEARED WAS COULD BE ANYTHING - I COULD HAVE BEEN KIDNAPPED , I COULD HAVE BEEN BUSY IN MY REAL LIFE OR I GOT MARRIED . WHATEVER THE REASON WAS I AM BACK . IF YOU WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT ME READ THE NEXT CHAPTER OF MY BOOK : GODMODE_ON - STORY OF A GOD OR A NOOB ? I WILL TELL EVERYTHING ABOUT ME IN THE NEXT FEW ISSUES

WORDCOUNT 313

GUYS THIS IS MY FIRST EVER STORY WRITING CONTEST

Edited April 4, 2016 by sarthak2308

Manish_17xxx · April 4, 2016

Guys, you have a better chance than before(if you ever participated in this contest earlier) . TNT is not gonna participate anymore. :D

Hex · April 4, 2016

Part 1: Au Courant

by: ...

500 words

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I woke up in this barn; a dull brownish-red colored it was. Dreadful, I tell you. Broken pieces of wood everywhere; pieces of shattered glass all over, yet I drove amidst the things I never imagined. Things that haunted me. Dead, rotting tanks.

I opened the door and the world looks upon me. My eyes are so weak at the moment, it seems like I have waken up after a thousand years. Not a nice sight it was. The same dead, rancid pieces of tanks and broken supply boxes littered the terrible place. There were no trees; no plants; no alive tanks.

Among this horror, thinking what has happened, I stand in the middle of a vast mainland, in Kungur. I have no idea, not a tiniest one as to what has happened to my native, my dear land. My homeland.

You see, I was born here, right here in that house over ther-

There was no house, not even the remains of one. The dark ashes soared high over the black-purplish sky. There was a thick, black smoke everywhere; choking me at frequent intervals. Every inch I drove, felt painful to me. Nevertheless, I was determined to detect out what has happened.

I drove out of this land. I kept driving for a mile or so and ended up reaching Massacre. Massacre was a terrible place. We - the tank community - always thought this land was jinxed.

A legend goes: Di Titan the IV of Drumsarena had once conquered this region. It was a village back then; a few people lived in it. Most of the population comprised of only Wasp-Isidas. Faithful medics they were. Di Titan lay torment to peaceful village after he performed a series of curses and hexes.

Every house he laid his furious, erupting eyes upon were burned to the ground. Everything was burnt to ashes.

Massacre, too was in a quite bad state. The craters had been filled in with dead, putrescent, decaying bodies of tanks. A sentence was written on one of the broken billboards: Do not cros- No Tan-s La-. The writing was so scribbled, I couldn't make out what it said. But the way in which it was written, had stirred my insides cold.

I drove on. I found myself looking upon the broken bridge in Magistral. My breath couldn't hold up anymore. I began to pant. I paced left to right, right to left. Eventually, my tracks gave away. I broke down. I went into deep sleep.

I woke up after what seemed like an eternity. I ached all over. My eyes opened for a moment, I saw myself tied up, and closed them again. After a few minutes I felt as something was shoving me hard. I passed out again.

I dreamt of a hooded tank, telling a story.

I woke up, terrified. I had heard of this story before. My insides stirring, beating hard, it came to my mind: I was in No Tanks Land.

This place was infected.

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Edited April 10, 2016 by Hexed

GeeVuh · April 4, 2016

Fine... :angry: I'll submit mine in a bit then. It'll be in my OP.

Edited April 4, 2016 by GeeVuh

Blackdrakon30 · April 4, 2016

A Paint Of Lords

By: Whoever ends up participating

Wordcount: 436 Words excluding the orange words right here.

This is a tale, passed on through generation to generation of Tankers…. Maybe you have heard it? It is the legend of the doom cloak.

What would you do upon encountering death? Prepare for combat and attempt to not succumb? Stumble and watch your defeat, as if from a nightmare? Perhaps greet it cordially, as you would an old friend…. Or do the impossible as one did. To steal the very essence of the Slaughter.

I awoke in a dark chamber. Fear permeated the room, and terror lingered in the air. The dank stone walls felt as if they were pressing in. The heat was to the extreme, more scorching than the most fueled firebird. Crawling along the floor in pain, head throbbing, I searched desperately for an exit. A door was thrown open violently, and a cloaked figure eclipsed the incoming red glow. “Come,” it rumbled. I was compelled to follow. Outside the roughly chiseled cave, there was a blazing inferno. Omnipresent lava and spears of flame, so hot that it chilled my bones and made me want to halt and die. The hooded being settled down into a great throne. “I am Death. You belong to my domain now.” So that was it. No longer did I exist. A lone thought formed in my head, a goal that might spare me. Abruptly I sprinted towards Death without warning. Startled, he did not react in time. Leaping past him, I yanked his off his mantle and dashed towards a light I glimpsed in the distance through the haze. The chase across the bridge, with Death roaring in fury behind me. I felt a claw brush the cloth. I took the jump towards the door, and it slammed with a thud behind me. Pounding resounded. My vision washed out, blurry and swaying. My consciousness faded.

Perhaps this is still the end.

Blindness, My eyes seared with pain, and I was outside my garage, eyes streaming. Slowly arising, I hurriedly moved back into the cool shadows of my garage, cloak in tow. My tank rested, like a sleeping crocodile. I preferred to use the indestructible Smoky and Viking, a beast among straw. I tossed the garb over it. With the Cape of Death, now draped over my tank, fitting its form, it was a monster of the massacre. Before me now rested a lord of tanks. For this was the origin of my paint, that became to be known as the Lord of Paints, that could contain the most blistering flames and harshest cold. However, this paint did not remain mine forever. The very next day disaster befell me.

^_^ This was fun to write. Good luck everyone!

Edited April 4, 2016 by Blackdrakon30

MOO_I_AM_A_COW · April 4, 2016

Words: 577

I finish the final pieces of my juicy steak and scrape the final tasty crumbs from my plate. Never has food tasted that good! Boiled cabbage would have tasted that delicious. Being a last meal does that to your food.

The man with the 'M.O.D.' badge walks up behind me again, and jabs his metal gun barrel into my back. "Time to go, noob." he whispers in my ear. I blow out the flickering candles, stopping the shadows from dancing on the sandy brown walls. Now the only light is coming from down the tunnel, and it's awfully faint. Now would be the time to get away...

The MOD must have realized my intentions and responds with: "Ha ha, you're funny kid." He then grabs my arm and yanks me from the soft chair, and throws me out in front of him, towards the tunnel. I stumble, but barely catch myself. He prods me towards the tunnel with the barrel of his gun again. "This way noob" he whispers again.

"The name's Seymon" I reply.

"You have a great sense of humor, noob"

I start walking down the tunnel. The light continues to grow greater and the prodding continues to grow as well. When we reach the end of the tunnel, I have a large bruise on my back. Two more men with the MOD badges take me from the first one. "Thank you for your service," one replies, "You'll be promoted soon."

"Thank you, sir"

"Now go find another tortured soul to enter the Tanki Arena."

"OK sir"

The two new MOD's escort me to what seems to be a tank. Engraven on the side of the hull appears to be the word 'hunter'.

"Instructions are on the inside, kid. Point and shoot."

"OK?"

One MOD pops opens the top of turret. It seems to have been used before, and the last use did not leave it very fit for battle.

The other MOD comes at me from behind and take me up and drops me like a sack of floor into the tank. The last words I hear are "Good luck, noob, you'll need it."

I slowly start forward. The pull up the door to the arena. As I drive out, the first thing I see is an ever increasing blue glow, from which a beam suddenly flies out of and smashes into the wall next to me, and it crumbles to dust. Quickly scanning the faded instructions I slam down on the fire button and the source of the blue light, and a tank with a long barreled gun, explodes. I now take a gander at my surroundings. High above in the stadium, from a box labeled 'admin', golden coins rain down upon the tanks. Tanks are everywhere, with every possible weapon and hull, all intent on destroying one another.

Me, well, I simply try to stay alive.

Many hours later, three tanks descend slowly from the heavens. They seem to be able to do anything. Suddenly, one of the admins smashes himself against the glass of his spectator box in rage, and the glass gives way. He lands in the arena softly, and is quickly surrounded by everyone. He wipes his hands as he gets up and then delivers a dire message.

"Looks like we are going to have ourselves a little treat." He chuckles sadly to himself. "It would appear that the hackers have come!"

We form up, as the hackers turn towards us

Edited April 18, 2016 by MOO_I_AM_A_COW

GeeVuh · April 5, 2016

Nice writing style! I think you made Semyon too whiny, though.

I would be whiny too, if I was going to be killed soon. Get out all the stuff you're mad at first ^_^

DragonOfStorms · April 5, 2016

I would be whiny too, if I was going to be killed soon. Get out all the stuff you're mad at first ^_^

I would spit on the person holding the gun. Needless to say, I would probably die sooner then you.

Hex · April 5, 2016

Umm. How's mine? Its ^⁵

Tp0d · April 5, 2016

Here is Tp0d's entry. Only read it if you are ready for graphic content.

If it was a film, it would be a 15 . You have been warned.

damn ill write this thing later

Edited April 5, 2016 by Tp0d

Mr.Ace · April 5, 2016

hey greyat i have a question , should the story be TO related or can be about anything ?

greyat · April 5, 2016

Anything. Keep it appropriate, though.

GeeVuh · April 5, 2016

Anything. Keep it appropriate, though.

Is mine appropriate? I can always change it.

DragonOfStorms · April 5, 2016

Umm. How's mine? Its ^⁵

I loved it, awesome!

GeeVuh · April 5, 2016

My first chapter:

MISSING INTEL

The guard glanced at his watch. 11:00, this shift should be over by now. He glanced up. The dirt path that lead up to this remote facility in the mountains was well hidden in the vegetation. There was simply no need for any guards, and yet, he shifted his feet uneasily, his employer had told him it was urgent. He was not informed of what exactly was in the white building, only to not allow anyone without a signed pass and ID. If necessary, he would use force to neutralize the person. That was why the revolver hung loosely at his side.

He suddenly jerked his head to the left. Probably an animal, I really need to get more sleep and stop imagining things. If he hadn't known the mountain had contained top secret military information, it would have been a good hiking spot. The view of the ocean to the right, waves illuminated by moonlight and crashing lazily onto the rocky beach was breathtaking. The wildflowers were pretty too, and sounded relaxing in the wind. The building he was leaning against looked weathered and battered, although none of the concrete had fallen out yet. The only entrance was a high tech double door that required his fingerprint to open, but to sway him from peeking inside, there was another pair of doors that required anyone BUT his fingerprint to open. Although he could follow someone inside, but that would get him fired and no doubt executed.

This is my last night on the job, now I can get some actual sleep after this. He slumped down a bit. If he could only drop off to sleep... Suddenly he jerked awake and gripped his revolver tightly. He whipped his head from left to right, until he focused on a man wearing a black coat that only was visible when he came within the range of the door's meager blue light. The man raised his hands and showed a pass and his ID. Phew! The guard relaxed his grip on the revolver. He turned around and pressed his thumb against a scanner. Soon, the scanner turned green and the doors slid apart to reveal a white concrete passageway that led to another set of double doors. Just as he was turning around to face the man, a sharp stabbing pain germinated in his elbow and his grip on the revolver slackened. It hit the ground with a dull thud.

F***! He cried out as his hand flew to his elbow. The man dove for the revolver and closed his hand around it. "NO!" he cried out but it was too late. The man pointed the revolver at his chest. I'm dead, there's no way out of this. There must have been a loud bang but the guard heard nothing. All he did was slump down as he thought of his wife and children, who would be waiting in vain for him to come home. He was left lying in a pool of blood and did not stir. Meanwhile, the man strode in the top secret building.

An investigation team was sent to find out what happened. The result? 50 pages of top secret information was missing.

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All in all, this was 536 words. Good luck to everyone who entered!

Nice! Remove the cuss word please.

That_One_Patrick · April 6, 2016

Is it ok if I go to about 750 words? Because 500 is not gonna be enough for me.

PWNER101 · April 6, 2016

Diamond tips,

Sparkling in the moonlight.

Gasoline flows through its veins.

Its motor spins.

Internal combustion

Roaring like a restrained lion

With its prey

just out of reach,

cutting, smashing,

annihilating the

tall green demons of nature.

"JIMMY!" my mom yelled, "stop monologuing about your chainsaw and fold your laundry"

"FINE. WHATEVER MOM. MAKE GARY DO HIS TOO." I yelled back, slightly annoyed.

As I stood up, contemplating the dull task ahead of me, I saw the shadow of a humanoid creature. The shadow oozed in and out of the floor like a deranged slug. I jumped back when I heard a raspy voice coming from the shadow. "He comes. He comes." The shadow seemed to chant.

"Cmon Gary, I'm not scared of your little pranks anymore" I said, backing away slowly, "who comes?"

When he kept repeating, "he comes" I screamed, "MOM! GARY IS PULLING PRANKS AGAIN!"

My mom stood right outside the door of my room, motionless, in a trance. Her eyes darkened to a deep black, no longer reflective, just holes into a world of nothingness. She opened her mouth to talk, revealing a set of teeth sharper than knives scattered around her mouth, almost as if a young child tried to place them.

"HE WHO WAITS BEHIND THE WALL. HE COMES." she screamed.

Her scream vaporized the windows around her while her eyes liquefied and black tentacles grew out of the empty sockets, all screaming "ZALGO."

I ran. I picked up my most prized possession (my chainsaw) and ran. I was sprinting at top speed. My hair fluttered in the cool breeze, but I felt like even that was not enough, so I ran faster. I slowed down after I saw police in the doughnut shop. None of them paid any attention to my chainsaw and a strange silence had fallen upon the people around the street. Still staring directly into my eyes, they pulled out their guns. A click of triggers scared me, but only tentacles protruded from the front of the guns. "HE COMES!" they all screamed, as I sprinted down the street, dodging cars, bikes and trolleys as their drivers chanted and drove drunkenly. However, one car was behaving normally. Despite the chaos around me, it seemed to obey traffic laws. I waved frantically, trying to stay away from the tentacles protruding from manhole covers.

The car pulled over and I got in. The car had an extremely fancy stark white interior with everything in it was neatly organized in one way or another. "Take the briefcase," a man dressed in a fancy business suit and sunglasses calmly ordered as he handed me a locked black briefcase neatly labeled "Top Secret."

~~Quality, not quantity, so this is only about 395 words. Should make a very interesting story.~~

Quality+quantity> quality so the story is now about 470 words

Here is the first draft read it if you want, it contains more grammatical errors.

He Comes. Chapter 1
Written By: pwner101 (His writing skillz are supah gangsta)

Diamond tips,
Sparkling in the moonlight.
Gasoline flows through its veins.
Its motor spins,
Internal combustion
Roaring like a restrained lion
With its prey
just out of reach.
Cutting, smashing,
annihilating the
tall green demons of nature.

"JIMMY!" my mom yelled, "stop monologuing about your chainsaw and fold your laundry"
"FINE. WHATEVER MOM. MAKE GARRY DO HIS TOO." I yelled back, slightly annoyed.

As I stood up, contemplating the dull task ahead of me, I saw the shadow of a man. The shadow oozed in and out of the floor like a deranged slug. I jumped back when I heard a raspy voice coming from the shadow. "He comes. He comes." The shadow seemed to chant.
"Cmon Gary, I'm not scared of your little pranks anymore" I said, backing away slowly, "who comes?"
When he kept repeating, "he comes" I screamed, "MOM! GARRY IS PULLING PRANKS AGAIN!"
My mom stood outside of my room, motionless, in a trance.
Her eyes darkened to a deep black, no longer reflective, just holes into a world of nothingness. She opened her mouth to talk, revealing a set of teeth sharper than knives scattered around her mouth, almost as if a young child tried to place them. "HE WHO WAITS BEHIND THE WALL. HE COMES." she screamed, as her eyes began to grow into black tentacles, all screaming "ZALGO."

I ran. I picked up my most prized possession (my chainsaw) and ran. I was sprinting at top speed, but I felt like even that was not enough. I slowed after I saw police in the doughnut shop. None of them payed any attention to my chainsaw and a strange silence had fallen upon the people around the street. Still staring directly into my eyes, they pulled out their guns. I could hear the click of triggers, but only tentacles protruded from the front of the guns. "HE COMES!" they all screamed, as I proceed to sprint down the street, dodging cars, bikes and trolleys as their drivers chanted. However, one car was behaving normally. Despite the chaos around me, it seemed to obey traffic laws. I waved franticly, trying to stay away from the tentacles that started to protrude from manhole covers. The car pulled over and I got in.
"Take the briefcase" a man dressed in a fancy business suit and sunglasses calmly ordered.

Quality, not quantity so this is only about 395 words. Should make a very interesting story.

Edited April 6, 2016 by PWNER101

GeeVuh · April 6, 2016

He Comes. Chapter 1

Written By: pwner101 (His writing skillz are supah gangsta)

Diamond tips,

Sparkling in the moonlight.

Gasoline flows through its veins.

Its motor spins,

Internal combustion

Roaring like a restrained lion

With its prey

just out of reach.

Cutting, smashing,

annihilating the

tall green demons of nature.

"JIMMY!" my mom yelled, "stop monologuing about your chainsaw and fold your laundry"

"FINE. WHATEVER MOM. MAKE GARRY DO HIS TOO." I yelled back, slightly annoyed.

As I stood up, contemplating the dull task ahead of me, I saw the shadow of a man. The shadow oozed in and out of the floor like a deranged slug. I jumped back when I heard a raspy voice coming from the shadow. "He comes. He comes." The shadow seemed to chant.

"Cmon Gary, I'm not scared of your little pranks anymore" I said, backing away slowly, "who comes?"

When he kept repeating, "he comes" I screamed, "MOM! GARRY IS PULLING PRANKS AGAIN!"

My mom stood outside of my room, motionless, in a trance.

Her eyes darkened to a deep black, no longer reflective, just holes into a world of nothingness. She opened her mouth to talk, revealing a set of teeth sharper than knives scattered around her mouth, almost as if a young child tried to place them. "HE WHO WAITS BEHIND THE WALL. HE COMES." she screamed, as her eyes began to grow into black tentacles, all screaming "ZALGO."

I ran. I picked up my most prized possession (my chainsaw) and ran. I was sprinting at top speed, but I felt like even that was not enough. I slowed after I saw police in the doughnut shop. None of them payed any attention to my chainsaw and a strange silence had fallen upon the people around the street. Still staring directly into my eyes, they pulled out their guns. I could hear the click of triggers, but only tentacles protruded from the front of the guns. "HE COMES!" they all screamed, as I proceed to sprint down the street, dodging cars, bikes and trolleys as their drivers chanted. However, one car was behaving normally. Despite the chaos around me, it seemed to obey traffic laws. I waved franticly, trying to stay away from the tentacles that started to protrude from manhole covers. The car pulled over and I got in.

"Take the briefcase" a man dressed in a fancy business suit and sunglasses calmly ordered.

Quality, not quantity so this is only about 395 words. Should make a very interesting story.

A very "meh" story. Not bad though!

MOO_I_AM_A_COW · April 6, 2016

He Comes. Chapter 1

Written By: pwner101 (His writing skillz are supah gangsta)

Shouldn't have told you about this contest :p now I have more contestants :p

Monkeybike123 · April 6, 2016

The life of a tank

I woke with a start my hinges creaking. I looked around trying to work out what map I was in and whereabouts in it I was. I started to grin inside; for I was in my favourite map, Rio! But what was happening? My movements where jerky and I was stopping and then suddenly I was 50ft away in a blink of an eye! I started to tremble in fear as I realised that a must be suffering from the horrible affliction of LAG.

Then all at once it was over; for I had been teleported away to the safety of the garage where I had just started the long, laborious task of upgrading overnight. It seemed that I was to be allowed to rest here but alas I suddenly found myself in yet another battle. And yet soon after yet another. And another. And another…

Just as I decided to succumb to the boredom that was overwhelming me I heard a siren and saw the words "GOLD BOX will be dropped soon"...

That_One_Patrick · April 6, 2016

Realized that I'd forgot to post anything other than the story. 910 words... I really hope that doesn't disqualify me, the millet being informal.

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Chapter 1 - 02:00

A chill wind blew across the narrow street, sending snow spraying into the air in little puffs. The slight dusting of snow was rapidly becoming more than a mere nuisance as Major Jacob Everet walked briskly down the ill-paved thoroughfare that the town council laughingly called a road. Overhead, thick clouds obscured all celestial bodies, leaving the street to be lit by a scattered collection of broken bulbed streetlights which appeared to be on the verge of passing to whatever afterlife they might possess.

At the end of the lane, the Major paused, and then, turning the corner, disappeared into a dark alleyway. Almost immediately another man came around the corner, in such hurry as to suggest either a life or death situation or that he was in training for a sprinting competition. He stopped, perturbed at the sight, or lack thereof, of the Major, and then collapsed soundlessly as Major Everet hit him over the head with the butt end of his automatic. The Major, having the malicious fore site to add unnecessary force to his blow, was not interested in whether or not the other man was unconscious; he undoubtedly was. What Everet was interested in, and extremely so, were the contents of his shadow’s wallet, which he unhurriedly extracted and stuck inside his coat. Dropping the now empty wallet, the Major scanned the documents and then continued on without a backwards glance.

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The blackout conditions of the town made necessary the fitting of heavy shades over the windows of such dwellings which were capable of producing light after dark. Most of the said dwellings, however, were so old that the shades were unnecessary, as most windows possessed glass that had acquired the opacity of a brick wall. Major Everet paused outside one such dwelling and, producing a key, proceeded to enter. The proprietor, apparently under the opinion that electric lighting was an unnecessary luxury, had thoughtfully provided a candle for the occasional nightly excursion. Everet, lighting this candle, took it in his hand and walked down the passageway toward a door, under which a faint light showed. Opening it, he entered a small dingy room, sparsely but comfortably furnished. Electric heating apparently belonging in the same category as lighting, a well stoked fire burned in the fireplace opposite the Major. Seated in the single armchair sat a small, dark-haired man with a tough, wizened face, a man in military uniform.

“Ah, my dear Colonel. I had hardly expected to see you tonight, I was under the impression that you were busy with preparations for the upcoming offensive.”

Colonel Carrisfield looked speculatively at the Major and said mildly, “And I was under the impression that the offensive was a closely guarded secret. Only senior officers possess the knowledge.”

Major Everet smiled. “I know a great many things that are supposed to be closely guarded secrets. No espionage this time though, merely asked the general. He told me himself.”

“Ah.” The Colonel settled comfortably into his chair and relaxed. “Damned department keeps secret like a sieve holds water anyhow. I had thought this was better kept that most though, the top brass were keeping an uncommonly tight lipped position.”

“Someone else knows about it.” Everett crossed to a small cupboard and took out a bottle and two glasses. “Best French cognac. Drink?”

The Colonel took a glass and sampled the contents. A far away look came into his eye. The Major looked at him speculatively, then taking his own glass, turned and walked to the fire. Leaning against the mantle, he sipped at his drink until the Colonel sighed refocused his thoughts. Looking sorrowfully at his now empty glass, he set it down on a side table and looked to the Major.

“You said someone else knows.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Someone else knows. Moreover, someone else knows that I know, and thinks that I can discreetly pass information to them.” The Major withdrew the papers from his shadow’s wallet and handed them to the Colonel. Wordlessly the Colonel read, and then glanced up.

“Where did you get this?”

“I was being shadowed today, ever since I left headquarters. Two of them, taking turns. One of them will have a sore head when he wakes up.”

“I see.” The Colonel read the papers again and then set it down. “An offer of two hundred thousand dollars for information concerning the offensive. The security side of it anyway. That’s me. Why didn’t whoever had this try to contact you and give this to you.”

Everet shrugged. “Damned if I know. Maybe they wanted to confirm that I could help them. Maybe they thought that I harbored unkind thoughts toward out illustrious government.”

“They’ve been disillusioned on that point.” The Colonel picked up the documents again, and stood up. Everett stood away from the mantle and said, “Where are you going?”

“To HQ. If we have a security breach, this could jeopardize our whole campaign. Countless loss of time, men, and energy expended. This offensive relies almost completely upon surprise. If we lose that, we fail in our objective.” The Colonel turned abruptly to the door. “Good night Major.”

After the Colonel had left, the Major again crossed to the cupboard and poured himself a drink. He downed it and, moving to the chair, he sat down and leaned back. A shadow of a smile showed about his lips.

“And so it begins,” he muttered.

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Edited April 6, 2016 by That_One_Patrick

pieface101 · April 6, 2016

Nice! Remove the cuss word please.

Done! :D

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